Repairing my universe. (ON HOLD)

one

Everything started when my friend begged me to accompany her to a house party in a Saturday night. I refused to go, simply because I hate parties or places where there are too many people close to each other. Angela, of course, kept begging and begging for me to go. She even called her mother and asked that if I went with her, if she would let her go. Her mother, obviously trusting me more than her own daughter, agreed and told my mother, so I saw myself a little forced to say yes to Angela.

I was furious, I had nothing to wear and my hair was untamable. Angela insisted in lending me some of her clothes and I hated the idea, she dressed like a whore. She ended up lending me a gray dress/shirt thingy that was very long on the front and back but let your legs completely naked, so I opted for putting on some black leggings to cover up my curvy legs, and some black flats.

I combed my extremely curly hair into a high bun. I was not going to fully deal with my hair tonight, it was not even worth the struggle. Angela wanted me to do my make up, which I hate with a passion. I strongly believe in natural beauty and she doesn't. I rolled my eyes at her and sighed. I put on some mascara and lipgloss, also pinched my cheeks to give them some color and looked myself in the long mirror again. There, that will do it.

Angela was dressed in tight, dark jeans and a black crop top with small pink ribbons on each long sleeve. She had her hair straightened out and it was shoulder length. Her make up was, as you can say, dramatic. I will not even describe it. It was just too much. Her cheeks were too pink and just so ew. I sighed. She's my friend, I need to stop judging her. I can't even do my own make up without looking like a tornado just passed across my face.

But moving on.

We left. My mother took us. And gave us each a dollar for the entrance. The house wasn't small but it wasn't big either. It was two stories up and it was kind of made out of red bricks. There was a line when we got there, so we waited until it was our turn. We were quiet the whole time. I was looking around thinking to myself that this was a really bad idea while Angela was on her phone texting someone or whatever. When we got to the door we payed the dollar and entered. It was very dark and the music was too loud in the speakers. The people were dancing, very close to each other, to the upbeat music. I turned to tell Angela that I did not like to be surrounded by many people but she was out of sight, she left me.

I just stood in a corner and hoped that no one spoke to me. But unfortunately, my hopes were crushed when a soon-to-be drunk guy came over to me. I do have to admit that, he was kind of cute. He was tall and tanned. He had a man bun in his brown hair and his eyes were emerald color. His body was well built and he seemed to be the popular jock. He leaned in close, too close for my taste, and shouted over the music so I can hear.

"Hey gorgeous, wanna dance?" His voice was deep and hoarse. I was uncomfortable under his gaze, so I looked at my feet. "Come on, you're looking sexy as hell in those tights." I looked up at him, pursing my lips. He had a smirk on his face that made me look at my feet once more. I was mad and intimidated.

"I don't dance, so leave me alone." I said loud enough for him to hear. He grabbed my waist and, taking me by surprise, pulled me close to him. I started pushing him away from me but I wasn't strong enough. He tightened his grip around my waist and moments later his right hand traveled down my back to my behind. He squeezed and I squirmed in his arms wanting to be liberated. A thought flashed through my mind and in a quick move, my knee hit his most precious spot. He moaned in pain and as he bent to grab the affected area, I run past him and went to the other corner, close to the door.

After a while, I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It startled me but I turned around to see who it was. It was Angela. She was obviously drunk and the make up around her mouth was smudged. She was definitely making out with a guy. I rolled my eyes at her and she laughed.

"Tell me you haven't been standing here all night, Delilah." She said drinking more of what's in her red cup.

"Uhm, yes Angela. You know I hate parties." I said exasperated. I frowned when I spotted the guy from 15 minutes ago, looking at me intensely. I looked away immediately feeling, again, intimidated by him. Angela was snapping her fingers to get back my attention. I looked at her. She held up her arm, telling me to wait for a moment. I nodded and waited. She left and walked through the crowd with an ease that seems impossible. I mentally gaped at her and shook my head ever so slightly. She came back with another red cup and I, knowing full well what was her intention, started shaking my head harder now. She started nodding her head enthusiastically and handed me the red cup. I looked at it, it was pinkish and bubbly. I looked back at her and she nodded again. I looked down and thought to myself; hell, it's not like I'm actually getting drunk. One will do. I sipped. It tasted sweet but strong. I like it. I drank what was left of the cup and gave it to Angela who was watching me smirking.

"See? It wasn't so bad, now was it?" She said arching an eyebrow.

"No, It wasn't." I told her rolling my eyes.

She winked at me and left again to dance with some guy. I stood there alone again. I was enjoying the song that was on, so I was singing along, until I started to feel dizzy. I carefully walked to the stairs and sat down. Minutes, or seconds?, later everything went black.............

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